Lyrics:

I sit on my pillowMy cat on my headI hear your voice, boyAnd can't forgetYour kisses were cold andFull of lonelinessHold deep sadnessWith my handsI won't be here - I won't be thereI will write another storyAnd my tearsWill createWill create a lake of sorrowsChorus:But in April it sounds like loveWhen you callYou call my nameYou call my nameBut in April it sounds like loveWhen you callYou call my nameYou call my nameYou call my nameThe door is open nowI have to goThe moon shines brighterThan it did beforeThe clock strikes twelveThere's no timeTime to sleepWe'll go upstairsStraight to the skyI'm not here - I'm not thereTook a ball point pen to write youAnd my tearsThey createThey create a lake of sorrowsI'm not here - I'm not thereTook a ball point pen to write youAnd my tearsThey createThey create a lake of sorrowsChorusThe door is open nowI have to goThe moon shines brighterThan it did beforeWas not here, was not thereYes, I wrote another storyAnd my tears, and my tears...